A
snowflake is like love, fluttering around merrily. Then, when it
finally ventures to the ground it builds up and even when the wind
etches patterns into it and attempts distruction it prevails. When
spring comes the warm sun melts it and the water trickles down deep
into the ground. Then up from the ground springs a flower, proudly
announcing its existence to the world.

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